A buzz of chatter. Glasses clinking together, a large cry of "Cheers!" as laughter uproars. Upon a wooden table, sleek and smooth, a polished glass sits. Bubbling fizz caps the tip; an amber glaze trails down. Clear, still, a sweet yet bitter scent tickles my nose. A gentle sip and an oaken taste comes forth. The distant aftertaste of honey, a soothing way to finish each mouthful. The whisper of an exhale between barely parted lips. A relaxing beat coursing through the room, each hit of the bass followed with the tap of my toe. 689Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSa6jILkfHG
I would come alone, here. The haze of conversation like white noise, a drink to numb the senses. I didn't know any who enjoyed this feeling. A cooling sense of solidarity to pass the time. What was it about this feeling I so savoured? The sliding of beer down my throat, blending in to the wall itself, a speck of dust upon the brick walls?689Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb9g7rjFPCD
I drank again, more. The glass hit the table with an audible thud. Empty. My chest heaved with a cough; I never could chug. A pat on my breast and the breathing slowed. Ah-HEM! Echoed from wall to wall, bouncing against several eardrums though never heard. I blinked a few times, pulling myself together. Perhaps it was a sign.689Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2pouVtmjnD
Slipping a rough hand into my loose pocket, a stiff, leather wallet opened in my palm. Lining a thumb and forefinger inside, I swiftly pulled out a twenty and placed it on the counter. Nodding to the bartender, a pretty woman with a blonde ponytail that thanked me, I dusted myself off and headed out.
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